"He dies."

 That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words.

R.I.P

Christos Mitsacopoulos

1921-2011

Thus the reason for my disappearance!

We were about to go on holidays for a week, 

splurging on a 5star hotel to be pampered

so as Gregory could recuperate from surgery

(he finally had the screws removed from his femur) 

no sooner we left the hospital we got a call.....

 that G's father was not well.

The ambulance was called and we went straight to the hospital.

We arrived in emergency Friday night 8pm

an available bed in the wards was found at 2am Saturday morning!!

Tentative diagnosis was pulmonary oedema so death was imminent 

but that was not the case

it was a respiratory infection so strong 

that this feisty nonagenarian

could not fight!!

the doctors tried to fight for him

we tried to fight for him

but there was no more fight left in him!

As a babe his family fled from Constantinople

leaving all their wealth and property behind!

As a teen in Thessaloniki he defied the Germans by stealing their weapons and 

dumping them in the Thermaic Gulf....

he was caught and sent to

Mettenheim Concentration Camp

he fought to survive by eating raw bread dough and

drinking lots of water!

As a young adult he entered the foreign office as a means
to studying chemistry his first post was in Czechoslovakia 

he fought to help Greeks leave the country
by faking passports, as a result.... 

his second post was the USSR in 1957
he became a respected consul in the foreign office
such was his reputation that he was sent to 
Hungary mid 1960's.....
here he fought against the Hungarian police
that had no qualms about
  invading the Greek Consulate late at night
what they did not realise is that
he did not fear the communists!!
he refused a post in New York
much to the wife's and sons dismay LOL
and served his final working years in Paris
upon retirement he returned with his wife to Greece
where he had to fight a new battle that of the degenerating neurological disease called Parkinsons

he fought long and hard for 16years
till Tuesday 19th of July 2011
where he put down his boxing gloves.....


Give them hell Kyrie Christo where ever you are!!
you will be missed
 but always remembered with love, affection and respect
with love
your kangaroo
(his nickname for me)
Irini